( npcs attacking us oh no )

[thanoodles]

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[knowstheprice]

[ Mm, beating people up, what else is new? With some amount of feral precision, he knees his assailant in the adbomen, helping him sink down with a less than companionable thwack on the shoulder. ]

Rude.

[knowstheprice]

I wouldn't mind an explanation, you know.

[ There is the heavy implication there that this is not necessarily optional, though Oxford still looks perfectly amicable. ]

[wouldntthatbe]

Explanation for whast?

[knowstheprice]

[ Oxford clears his throat a little - meaningfully - and there's a brief, warning flash of teeth in his smile. He isn't really in the mood for games right now. ]

You don't want me to demonstrate again, do you?

fuck the NPoliCe

[opposedreaction]

[ With only the briefest of moments to steel himself against the blow, the impact of Oxford's knee hits home soundly and Isaac doubles over with an agonised grunt. One hand thrusts blindly outwards to clench a fistful of Oxford's shirt as the other balls in to a fist; despite his breathlessness, he summons his strength and yanks Oxford down and attempts to smash his fist with desperate energy across the hybrid's mouth. ]

You bastard...

[knowstheprice]

[ He tuts quietly, moving his head back to avoid the blow to his mouth. Though he generally takes no great pleasure in violence, there's something undeniably gratifying about messing around with a sulfur slave - particularly one that doesn't appear to have been this way for very long. Grinning a little, he reaches around to grab the man by his hair - what lovely curls, Oxford thinks, briefly - tugging him sharply back, as if in reprimand. ]

I believe you're getting a little too big for your boots, my dear fellow.

[opposedreaction]

[ What with being winded and in pain all Isaac wants to do is curl over and concentrate on trying to breath. Perhaps if he knew the limits he could push his newly-gifted body to he might have attempted to launch himself at the hybrid in a renewed attack but he succumbs with a groan of frustration. With his head twisted awkwardly and the muscles in his abdomen protesting as he finds himself hauled back he stares up at the face of his attacker in contemptuously pained silence. ]

[knowstheprice]

Ah, much better. [ He leans in close, far too close for comfort, so that the man in his grip can feel his warm breath on his neck. He grips his hair very tightly, so that his nails scrape the man's scalp, and certainly not in a very appealing manner. ] Perhaps next time you'll think twice before spontaneously deciding to attack some stranger in the street.

[opposedreaction]

[ Despite the pained breathlessness that left him struggling to draw breath there was still apparently some fight left in the slave. He could feel the hybrid's grip in his hair tightening and - knowing that it would hurt him just as much as it would the hybrid - he wrenched his hair out of his grasp and crashed his forehead against Oxford's in a colossal head-but in a wordless reply of defiance. ]